I am still sick. Cannot eat. Cannot drink.

Came to work, practically started crying because I was afraid to call in sick.

I am so mature.

I am sorry I am behind on commenting.

I redid this design, and in the process, did some major changes to some redundant code.

Then, I got sick. From Wendy’s. Or not. Because I am still sick.

Meh.

Yes, it is Sid Caesar. I have ALWAYS thought he was very sexy.

I went to Target tonight to get a phone with caller ID.

I got there about 6:30 pm and came out at about 8:30ish, and there was about 3-4 inches of snow. Heh.

Not good snow either, the really wet, really sticky kind.

Still, I find it SO awesome. I love it.

Then I went to Wendy’s, ate some of their chicken strips, and then threw up. :/ Food poisoning, maybe?

But my PHONE is cool. LOL.

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Yes, something is wrong with the comments page, I am going to try to get some help from the BEST forum on the planet - Wordpress.org/support

I will document the problem in case it happens AGAIN.

edit: Fixed. I forgot to set the background settings in the header file to check to see if the page needs a sidebar or not. D’oh!

I just watched them tonight. Spoiler protected both.
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“…practice these principles into all our affairs.”

I think it helps me live in honesty and always trying as hard as possible to do the right thing. It also helps me walk the walk. It’s one thing to spew off and foam at the mouth, it is another to make your actions match your mouth.

I have to watch myself for martyrdom as well as remembering which battles to engage in.

But thank god for the AA program, because then when someone chooses to take a vicious attack on me, calling me all sorts of pretty pretty names, and generally attempts to assassinate and make ME admit that they are right, I can just hit delete.

Oh, occasionally I will throw in a fuck you, because I am not immune from resentment. I guess the point is… I wish other people knew how to take an inventory on themselves and own their own shit. Cuz if you throw your shit bucket over here, I am just going to use it to fertilize my plants.

It’s like my meds stopped working all of a sudden.

I am as manic as I have ever been. I am not liking this AT all. I get too angry and fly off the handle and cannot control my emotions.

Meh. and poo too.

He’s been seen on a clipboard!

On a oyster!

On my bedspread!

In the name of Clipboard, the Oyster, and the Holy Bedspread, amen.

I am not sure why, I am just on input overwhelm.

There is so much bad stuff going on in the world right now, I am just in a place where I need NOT to read about it for a few days.

Perhaps it has to do with feeling impotent to assist/protest anything right now.

I just want a moment of levity. Nothing heavy.

This weekend, I was converting over some of my old journal entries to this blog… pre-MT, just stuff I did in HTML.

Copying them in here, and re-reading them brought me an amazing amount of closure.

Sometimes it helps to be reminded of what you have survived, I think.

I need to step up my AA meetings to three a week, I think. My spirituality is being tested by all the negativity in the world. It’s a place I cannot afford to go for too long.

You were such a part of my growing up. So much laughter you provided to people for so many years.

I went to your show just once, and I will be damned if I can remember who the guests were. I do remember the stage.

Godspeed.

Just when I think I am feeling better, I get a fever again. *sigh*

Maybe it is chocolate withdrawals?

It’s on eBay. Made from laminated Rolling Stone Magazine pages.

Heh.

And, no, I am not going to post this every day, and yes, it is all being done with utmost scientific detail.

I am only doing the bottom for 7 days. Just to see if anything happens.

These are WEIRD! I had to keep using Q-Tips to …. never mind. TMI.

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Whew. My heart is pounding.

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So, there’s this website…Liquid-o.net.

They sell “Female Orgasm Enhancer". Apparently, you just put a pea-sized drop on your clitoris and:

The icy-hot tingling sensation that follows is your body naturally preparing itself for a hot intimate experience. All you need to do is relax and enjoy the unimagined orgasmic experiences.

Waitaminnit. You just relax? Nothing else required? No other stimulation? (orders)

Alright, I am back on track now. Woot, Liquid O, clitorides Unite! (yes, that is a proper plural)

BUT, why on earth does this site sell beanie babies with penes?

Some of them are even dressed in bondage and they come (heh) with a vibrator.

Does this strike anyone else as odd? Do they sell Vulva Beanies on Viagra Sites? I doubt it.

Isn’t it funny how we sometimes try to bend and twist the world to accommodate our dreams and desires? Or we stay in a situation where we think “I can make this better, I can, I can!”

And then we start getting little boinks in the head from the universe. We start to feel a little uncomfortable in the situation, but not too bad.

Then, the universe gives a good bitch slap. And still, our ego pops out and says “I can FIX THIS!”

So, the universe has no choice but to give us a good solid beating, until we quit.

Most excellent green blog.

I love this entry about the “Freedom Tower”, one of the proposed WTC buildings.

It has its own windfarm, which would create enough energy for 1,000 homes.

Treehugger.com. Go. Now. Seriously.

My friend Kori has the BEST husband I have ever heard of in my whole life.

He always takes out the trash. He always takes care of the litter box.

When she was newly pregnant, and was going to Europe (which, I think he may have sent her there as well, I was drinking at the time, and do not remember. Forgive me Kori)…

anyway, she told him she wanted to have the new house painted yellow. A yellow that would make this yellow:
look pale.

So guess what?

When she came home, her house was yellow. The people who painted it suffered temporary blindness, but they are all better now.

Okay, that is not all. When she was having a kidney stone while 5 months pregnant, and a nurse could not find the baby’s heartbeat, Kori’s Husband said:

“Find the fucking heartbeat".

And the nurse did.

Okay, this is enough of my love-fest about Kori’s husband.